Name: Scorn (original name Lars Zornlich)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Most of Scorn's body is completely covered by the red and black uniforms of the Red Lanterns, save for his head. It wpuld appear that his skin tone is light brown in color, and his black hair is medium length and curly to the point where it would seem that there are hundreds of tiny snakes frozen in place. His eyes burn completely crimson, and while his visage would suggest he was quite comely as a normal human, it has now been altered by both the ring and his own desire to have a rage filled expression and razor sharp teeth. Scorn is tall and well built, and his muscle mass seems to have slightly increased after his Corp initiation. His hands now end in sharp, seemingly metallic claws, as do his feet, and both his shoulders and his knees have a sharp, protruding, curved bone.
Power(s): What better way to present them than giving you a link?
http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Red_Power_RingPersonality: As if his appearance, name, and Power Ring didn't give it away already, Scorn is a rage and hate filled individual. He is very proud of his power and will not hesitate to crush anyone who opposes him. As a Red Lantern, Scorn has a very brutal and chaotic sense of justice, believing that the best justice is brought about by vengeance and utter destruction of those who are guilty according to Corp standards. Although he either works alone or with a few other Red Lanterns, Scorn will work along with others if he sees no other solution to a situation, and if he feels that the cause is worthy enough of attention.
Backstory: Scorn's past is one of intense anger and hate, both for others and himself, mainly because the events that transpired to his personal loss were things that probably could have been easily avoided had he taken proper precautions. Lars was one day sent by his parents to pick up a couple of groceries and work supplies from a store. Since the house was relatively close by to the store, he neglected to lock the door to the house and left to carry out his errand. Unbeknownst to him though, there was a small group of criminals around who had been prowling around his house for an opportunity to ransack it (it was a rather solitary yet fancy house).Lars had expected to be back in at most fifteen minutes, but that day there had been an accident on the road and traffic had built up quite a bit. The trip to and back from the store ended up taking him close to an hour, and when he returned home... the sight was not pretty. The front door had been left wide open, and the house was a mess on the inside. Things were broken and scattered everywhere, and anything of value had been taken. But the center of this crime was what remained of his family, battered, bloodied, and dead. His dad and brother had seemed to put up a fight, everyone was ultimately overtaken.Rage and grief filled his heart. All of this then coincided with the appearance of another Red Ring on earth, seeking a new being to recruit. Lars was just in the middle of crying out in rage when he heard the recruiting words of the Red Ring: "Lars Zornlich, you have great rage in your heart".From then on... things got messy for a lot of people and cities on earth, until eventually Lars traveled to the planet of Ysmault, sanctuary of the Red Lanterns. From then on he has scoured the galaxy along with his fellow Lanterns in search of injustices to punish, destroying countless lives and cities in the process.
Story time!:
A shuddering roar was heard as the Red Lantern, Scorn, burst through the walls of the supervillain's hideout, which so happened to be directly beneath the most popular night club of the city. "Tenebrus", as the villain called himself, was basically an egocentric asshole who took more pleasure in bombing buildings and torturing people with his mysterious shadow powers more than he did in the whores of his club.
"TENEBRUS!" Scorn shouted, vile, red, energized liquid spilling from his mouth. Tenebrus laughed.
"Scorn my old friend! Long time no see. I see you made short work of the dense concrete covering my hide-"
A blast of red energy struck Tenebrus square in his black leather covered chest, leaving quite a nasty burn behind.
"I'm not here to waste time engaging in formalities. The blood of those you've killed cries out for vengeance!"
Tenebrus gritted his teeth in anger as he stood up, amassing shadowy power in both his hands.
"Stupid rage monster... what makes you better than me? You yourself have claimed you've destroyed entire cities!"
Tenebrus slashed at Scorn with shadow whips, only to have them blocked by a red shield. Scorn dashed forward and grabbed Tenebrus by the neck.
"My rage is spilled upon the guilty and heinous."
Scorn let out a surge of more napalmic blood, except this time it was spewed all over Tenebrus's sorry little face. Scorn tossed his opponent aside, watching with satisfaction as the top half of the body sizzled with the rage blood.